One orange presented to me weighed thirty-one ounces.

But the growers, having lost $1,000,000 by Jack Frost several years ago, are obliged now to resort to the use of lighted tar-pots on cold nights to make a dense smudge to keep the temperature above the danger line.

One man uses petroleum in hundred-gallon casks, one for each acre, from which two pipes run along between the rows of trees, with half a dozen elbows twenty feet apart, over which are flat sheet-iron pans, into which the oil spatters as it vaporizes.

An intensely hot flame keeps off the frost.

This I do not hear spoken of at Riverside; you must go to a rival for any disagreeable information.